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David's POV

Who was he to the Wizarding World? That was such a loaded question that wasn't easy to answer. He wasn't just anyone to them. To them he was Harry James Potter, savior of the Wizarding World.

He hated that name. All he wanted was the chance to be himself. As Harry Potter that would never happen. When David Abbot and Alexander Conklin gave him the option of becoming someone new. He took it without hesitation.

He sighed not meeting the man's eyes, "When I tell you the name I was given you won't believe me. I would have thought that after all these years they would stop hunting for me. Turns out they didn't."

Panov waited his eyes never leaving the younger man's face. David continued after a brief pause, "I was born Harry James Potter. When I was fifteen I hit my breaking point after losing my godfather. I ran away from the Wizarding World. They wanted me to kill a man with fifty years experience on me. How could I do that when I couldn't even save the last link to my parents? So I ran. Eventually Alex and Monk caught up to me. They offered me a place and a new name. All I had to do was be an intelligence officer."

For two years their deal had worked out. David had been exactly what they wanted. Then his wife and unborn child was killed. That sent him into a rage where he would kill anyone and anything.

His hands began to shake with the thoughts of the past. Nothing scared him more than when he was Delta. He was terrified that he might end up snapping and never coming back from it.

Panov sat back his eyes lifting towards the ceiling, "I knew you had strong ties to England. It's not just because of what was said today. When you are hurt or angry your accent comes out. One thing they never broke you of when in Medusa. I never considered the fact that you might be the Boy Who Lived..."

Panov got no further. David his green eyes flashing with fury snarled as he leapt out of his seat and grabbed the doctor by his throat, "Do NOT call me that! I always hated that title more than anything."

Panov's hazel eyes met his calmly. He didn't say anything instead he radiated calm. It seeped through the man into the younger.

David released doctor's throat realizing what he was doing. If he was provoked he could become violent. However that had been dangerous for the doctor. He could have snapped the other's neck.

His hands shook harder than before. He could have killed the man sent to help him. No one would have been able to stop him either. If Delta wanted to kill, then kill he would.

Panov's soft voice broke through his reverie, "David look at me."

David shook his head vigorously. Meeting the other's eyes would only show his fear and pain.

Panov's warm hand went under his chin forcing him to look up. Warm hazel eyes showed no hint of anger. He didn't know what would be worse. Anger or disappointment.

Instead there was quiet understanding that he had come to know. It calmed his fear and anger from before.

Panov stated with a gentle expression, "You are going to be fine. You are safe here. As I said before we won't let you be taken by them. All I wanted to know was what I was dealing with."

There was absolute honesty in his doctor's eyes. It was comforting to see.

David asked, "What will we do? We don't exactly have wards around the school. They could make a portkey that would take me away. It's happened before."

He still had nightmares about the third task in his fourth year. They weren't as violent as Tam Quan but they still terrified him. Voldemort it seemed had changed in his years away. The Dark Lord looked much like he did when he was a teen. If he had to guess the man was likely in his twenties or thirties. Without communication to the outside world he had little knowledge of what happened in England.

It had been surprising when the man didn't attack him. The Dark Lord had the perfect opportunity when he was in the middle of a panic attack. Taking the opportunity would have been smart. Yet, Voldemort allowed him to recover and then argue with him. What happened while he was gone?

Panov sighed looking tired, "Normally I would want you to always have someone by your side. Not to take any strange letters and things such as that. Despite only knowing you a short time I know that would work. You are much like a lone wolf. Caging you like that would be counter productive. It would only lead to your distrust and avoidance."

There wasn't much more he could avoid the doctor. It took the threat of dragging him to the office by his collar to make him come in. Even then it wasn't exactly willingly.

He didn't like being confined to an area; that much was true. The comparison wasn't far off either. He could be a team player. There were times when one couldn't do everything alone. He understood that better than most. It didn't mean he had to like it.

His mind went to other options. Echo was in France. The Frenchman had returned to his home country. With any luck he would live out the rest the rest of his natural life in peace. Given how things were for people like them he doubted it. Peace was just a fool's dream for them.

The rest of Century Team 12 was scattered across the globe. He lost contact with most of them. Zach Eden aka Charlie was somewhere in Alabama the last he heard. That man was a wanderer.

Gordon was the easiest to get in contact. Jacob was living his own life away from the violence. Both of the older Webb brothers would do anything to help him.

The last thing he wanted was to intrude on any of their lives. By now they would just be beginning to heal from the wounds of war. Acceptance that the person they were before was gone. Now they had to make their lives a new.

Panov continued interrupting his train of thought, "Perhaps facing your past will be the answer. Perhaps not. I don't have the answer to this problem. Sometimes as you know, there isn't an easy answer."

Most of the time there was only hard answers. He had learned that the hard way. Running from his past could only last for so long.

His phone rang from inside his pants pocket. Pulling it free he took note of the number before answering, "Webb."

Jacob's voice came through the staticy line, "David? Thank... There was... on... Gordon's compound... He's missing."

David's blood ran cold. He might not have received the entire message but he understood what happened. Gordon's compound was attacked and he was missing.